Becoming a parent was a person's second birth. Sometimes it was hard to say whether we gave our children so much love, or whether our children taught us what love was.
The male and female doctors were the most brutal ghosts in Lishan Hospital's Operating Room. They had dismembered and stitched together countless patients. They were the Shadow World's executioners, stripped of human emotion. Yet when they saw A Fang, warm blood soaked their parched hearts, and their eyes changed. That look was utterly different from anything they had shown before.
The female doctor shifted her feet, her maternal instinct urging her toward A Fang. Yet she did not know whether her appearance would hurt him.
The male doctor was more direct. The blades on his back withdrew into his flesh, and he carried the female doctor toward the exit of the Execution House.
Gao Ming did not stop them. Every person and ghost who entered the Execution House would have their fate bound to his. Not even death could separate them again.
A Fang watched the two doctors curiously. He harbored no malice and wanted to hurt no one. He kept building houses out of building blocks, seemingly to give the vicious ghosts in the haunted houses new homes as well.
As the two doctors approached, A Fang timidly backed away. The madwoman dressed in bright red clothes let out a threatening growl. She abruptly raised her blade, displaying fierce aggression.
The two doctors were neither frightened by the madwoman nor inclined to fight back. They merely called A Fang's name softly.
A Fang was the name Situ An had given him, his name for the Child of Shadow. The female doctor called out the name she had chosen for A Fang, a name that was utterly unfamiliar to